Following their intuition and the cool chill coming from above, the party returned to the buried pyramid's torture chamber and tore aside the vertical stretching rank and wich. In doing so, Luwang was buffeted by a forceful blast, the bellowing screech of High Priest Vladdis.
The wraith bore an icy longsword and an amulet and charged for Luwang, but failed to injure the skeleton. As Luwang swung his silver greatsword, Mirabilis, sensing the amulet's importance, sprung to the sarcophagus to deface it wih his file. Doing so caught Vladdis' attention, so Ferris sprung in to divert it. Unfortunately, the vandalism was too strong a lure, and Vladdis grazed Mirabilis's helmet, sending a cold, coursing shock through the former thief's body, leaving him stunned.
Ferris plunged his icy touch into the spectre's ethereal form, and with an outpouring of willful magic, froze the wraith completely, letting it shatter upon the sandstone floor.
Attempting to shake off the madness, the gang took a rest in the tomb, lined with a set of nearly two dozen canopic jars. Unfortunately, this rest was interrupted by four roving dog-men; Ujharu's suspicious and hungry retainers. The gang begged them off with distractions of food, left behind their less valuable gear, and scooped the complete set of canopic jars. Their loot secured — including the frozen longsword that Ferris could bear to wield — the party departed the pyramid, emerging into the first light of dawn.
The sky's pink streaks don't last long, though: soon Entropus fills their field of vision. Mirabilis, 'til now unfamiliar with the apparition, screamed. Entropus, though, was pleased, and rewarded each participant in Vladdis' slaying personally, before returning them to the sombre environs of Pithole Village.
The gang found that nobleman Gilden's sages and advisers had departed the village, speaking of an Omnipotent Dream of All Knowledge, with a cruel crack smile and peridot eyes. Sensing they could get a better deal elsewhere, the party outfitted themselves for Breakwater Landing, a port town several days north. There, they met Curator Slee, at the Breakwater Museum, and arranged a deal to display the set of jars for a fee.
Their riches secured, the gang discussed ideas for future ventures — perhaps for the barrow mounds to the west...
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